Chapter II (Lavi's POV)
When did she have time to read that poem? The thought echoed in my head as I woke up. I heard Gramps come in without knocking. He was moving my books, I could tell without opening my eye. The sun burst through the window as he opened the shades, blinding me as I tried to get up.
"Have you any idea what time it is?!" His voice wasn't really loud but it deafened me.
"Does it look like I'm aware of the time Panda?!" I replied without thinking. His eye twitched and he raised a hand to smack me but frowned and started walking away. Could Gramps tell when people were light-headed? 'Cause I was definatly light-headed. Rolling out of bed, I fell over as my knees gave out. Pain jolted through my chest from the sudden impact. I struggled to my feet and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the room to stop spinning. How can you go from feeling just peachy to like you got run over by a steam-engine overnight? I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to relieve the pounding in my head. A soft knock on my door made me look up. "Come in." My voice was weak.
Lenalee poked her head into my room and smiled.
"Bookman told me you were up. Sorry I kept you up last night." She waded through the piles of books over to me.
"Gramps tends to tell you a lot lately." She was giving me a funny look. Did I have something growing on my face or what? She ignored me and pushed my hair from my face. "Is something wrong?" Her hand was cool and it felt nice.
"Um...no but you look a lot worse than last night," she was combing her fingers through my hair now, getting out the knots and smoothing it down. I poked her in the ribs and she squeaked. "What was that for?" she laughed. I grinned.
"Don't touch the hair." She smiled and shoved me backwards. "Owww..." I flopped on my back and winced as my head hit a book. Lenalee flopped down next to me and stared at the celing.
"Is that stain in the shape of a rabbit?" I looked where she was pointing.
"Yeah it kinda is...freaky." She laughed and I got up, moving over to my closet to find a clean shirt, I had slept in my clothes. I tugged a loose white t-shirt off a hanger and threw it on a pile of books. Shrugging off my jacket, I tried to avoid raising my arms above my head, that tended to hurt pretty bad. "Hey Lenalee, could you help me with this?" I turned and gestured to the shirt that was stuck halfway on my head. I heard her giggle and walk over to me. She gently traced the line of stitches on my chest and then pulled my shirt the rest of the way off. "That's gonna be one hell of a scar huh?" She blushed and threw my other shirt at me. "Where's Allen anyway?" My voice was muffled by cotton.
"He's literally eating everthing." Lenalee pulled the clean shirt down on my shoulders and flicked my nose. "You should take lessons from him, I've hardly seen you eat a thing." I grimaced.
"That's because Allen's already eaten everthing possible." She frowned and thrust a boot at me.
"Come on, we're going into town today! You can eat something there." I started to protest but she was leaving. "Hurry up or we'll leave without you!" I pulled on my boots and slid into a different jacket. I hobbled down the hall after Lenalee, trying to catch up.
"Lenalee! I can't go out like this!" I finally had a point. She turned and took my arm suppourtively.
"Oh..." She looked a bit like a cat dunked in water. "Then we can go when you're feeling better!" I gave her a half smile and straightened. "Let's go find Allen, I for one need lunch even if you don't." She led the way, my arm still locked in hers.
Gramps ran into us as we made our way through one of the corridors.
"Oh, so your up. You should get your injuries looked at soon, come with me." I sighed, and told Lenalee that I'd meet her in the cafeteria.
"It's alright, I'll come too. You're not the only one who got hurt ya know." She was making up excuses, Heaven knows why. Gramps led us into a clean white(ish) room and had me sit down. I once again shrugged off my jacket and Lenalee helped me pull off my shirt. "You really should eat more, you're really pale," she observed. I shot her what I hoped was a look. She stuck her tounge out at me and Gramps told us to cut it out. Panda took the bandage off of my arm and Lenalee did a sort of half gasp half choke. It was fairly gruesome to look at, burned and cut in various places.
What happened next I don't really know, Gramps touched my arm and I passed out.